When life gets rough

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When life gets rough
& it’s a struggle to survive
Some days are tough
When it’s difficult to remain alive
I know & I understand
I, myself, have been to that place
Many successes are unplanned
But when in doubt, just sit on my face

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islands far off in the chain

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boat drinks to ease the pain
faded footprints in the sand
wondering what to understand
the wrong ones seem to fall
emptying into life’s easy stall
try to wipe away transgression
avoid the depths of depression
find something good and well
broken bottles in that old hotel
whispers in a decadent night
clothes falling within my sight
my soul feels damaged & scraped
walking away, only to escape

Tosha Michelle

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“It is only through love, tolerance, humility and the understanding of our own fragility that we can begin to find our humanity and, in turn, extend that humanity to others.”
― Tosha Michelle

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Devoid Of Personality

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Devoid of personality
Lacking in your domestic duties
But worse still
Ignoring your wife’s shapely booty
I just don’t understand
A queue for your chores
She’ll come wanting
The role of someone’s housewhore
Now, don’t you fret
I’m not going to step on toes
You still have opportunity
To provide all her throes

*previously posted on former blog

I Once Had A Chicken That Went Meow

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I once had a chicken that went meow

I need to go I need to get out now

They’re after me you must understand

Please help me, gimme a hand

I’m constantly having to watch my back

To keep them from giving me the smack

Soon I’ll be taking flight

I’ll be gone before the night

The moon still shines in the day

It’s part of their sinister plan

When they get me, I’ll say

Who’s you, man?!

Sun, beaches & waves

To save yourself you must be brave

I must not make a sound

Or else I’ll be found

They’ll torture me till I’m blue

I’ll cry & scream out to you

Would you come rescue me

Would you come set me free

My childhood comes wanting to play

How long till oppression they will ban

Soon my mind will stray

& I’ll say, who’s you, man?!

Circa 2000

I Need Coffee

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I need coffee
Dressed in my finest tartan
Words stumble in early hours
Another weary day just startin’
I need to flex my wrist
Stretch-out my pen – longhand
Meld my thoughts into the paper
Convince\Hope you understand

The Truth About Women’s Feet

  

Love wrapped around my mind like a shroud

Full of colors, spectrums & radiant splashes

Not a day without engulfing sunshine

Blinded by pantyhose & false eyelashes

I believed in the fairytale courtships

Sipping champagne from glass slippers

Lovely damsels in need of gentlemen

Revealed to be crude strumpet strippers

My soul could not take this detail

Where was my love with elegant class

Distraught in this new reality

Stuck on feet made for crystal glass

How could my dreams unravel so

This giving me pause to think

Now I understand the truth

That women’s feet actually stink